Legend of the Transcendent

Chapter 58: What is the rule?

Encountering fools is hard to explain, they are not wrong, just foolishly taking everything seriously. Mi Xiaojing also had a headache, he couldn't just beat them up.

"We are from Grass-Benevolence Hall, can't we bring people in?"

Grass-Benevolence Hall actually had certain privileges, so Mi Xiaojing hoped the other party would let them through.

"It doesn't matter if you're from the main hall..."

At this moment, two cultivators with three ordinary mortals walked over, laughing and talking. The two were guarding the door for the first time and immediately stopped them.

"You two can go in, but the other three can't!"

"What? What does that mean?"

The two cultivators were also foolish, they often came here, let alone bringing people, no one dared to stop them even if they brought a dog.

"Only sect disciples are allowed in, ordinary people are not!"

The two fools said righteously.

Slap!

A loud slap sounded, and the guy who was hit was stunned: "Why did you hit me?"

Bang!

He was kicked away right after he finished speaking.

"Hit you? Are you blind? I'm hitting you!"

The two cultivators were both disciples in the Qi Refining stage, and they knew they were formal outer disciples at a glance. They looked at each other and rushed up together, beating the two guards.

Mi Xiaojing saw someone take the lead and immediately greeted everyone to step aside and watch the show first.

After a beating, the two guards were beaten so badly that they couldn't stand up. The difference in their cultivation levels was too great. One of them suddenly made a sharp whistle, which was a warning signal that someone was attacking.

In an instant, a group of people rushed out from the market, led by a Great Perfection cultivator in the Qi Refining stage, who was a low-level steward in the market.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Slap!

The guy who was shouting and screaming was fiercely slapped by the steward who came out, making him dizzy and disoriented. He couldn't figure out why he was hit.

The other guard was also slapped in the ear.

"Okay, stop it!"

The two cultivators finally stopped beating up the guards and looked at the steward, throwing him an identity badge.

The steward's face changed because the identity badge clearly indicated that this was a person from the outer hall's law enforcement hall. He was immediately frightened. He had originally wanted to beat up the two guards and then beat up the two intruders, but after seeing the identity badge, he immediately became afraid. He couldn't afford the consequences of beating up someone from the law enforcement hall, even if he could win.

"What happened? Why are you fighting?"

Mi Xiaojing couldn't help but laugh. He actually understood what had happened. It was just two newcomers who wanted to show off, but they had kicked the iron plate. A few words explained the situation.The little steward in the market was speechless. He didn't know what these two guys were thinking. It was common for cultivators to bring people to the market, and no one had ever stopped them before. Did these two have brains full of shit?

The little steward waved his hand silently, indicating for them to go in. Mi Xiaojing took the opportunity to lead everyone into the market.

Occasionally, when he turned back, he saw the steward still beating people. He probably felt that he had lost face and wanted to regain it from these two. The two guys were screaming and wailing, and Mi Xiaojing could still hear their intermittent cries from far away. It was estimated that they would remember this beating for the rest of their lives.

The market was very deserted, unlike the previous street. Most of the people here were cultivators or people brought by them. There were very few shops on the street, mostly shops for refining tools, alchemy, talismans, formations, and other things. The most common were shops selling cultivation groceries.

Mi Xiaojing didn't understand refining tools or talismans. Apart from alchemy, which was passed down by Wang Weijun, the cultivation technique was also taught by him. Everything else was unfamiliar to him, so he was very curious.

When Western Expansion Sect was destroyed, the strength of the cultivators shocked him. They had various means and weapons, while Evolutionary Immortality was far behind. In battle, they were unable to fight back and were unable to win against opponents of the same level.

This made Mi Xiaojing gradually interested in these things, especially after alchemy. He had already realized that these auxiliary means were the embodiment of the strength of cultivators.

Mi Xiaojing didn't miss any of the shops, and he looked at each one. At this time, Wang Weijun appeared again and tempted him, "These are nothing. They are all simple things. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Since he received Wang Weijun's inheritance, Mi Xiaojing had slightly changed his view of him. Actually, he knew in his heart that this person had ulterior motives, but since there was an existing inheritance, why not take it? He just had to be careful.

Wang Weijun was still very proud. Seeing Mi Xiaojing's guard against him decrease, he thought to himself that he was just a child and could not have much knowledge. He believed that he had been mixing in the cultivation world for so many years and had a broad knowledge. It was easy to fool a child. As for the previous setback, he chose to selectively forget it.

Mi Xiaojing was unfamiliar with both refining tools and talismans, especially when he was in the refining tool shop. He was dazzled by the various magical swords. These were all used by Qi Refining cultivators. There were wooden ones, metal ones, some made of special jade, some were cold, some were fire, and some were earth. There were all kinds of them, making it impossible for people to take them all in.There were all kinds of small magical treasures, such as hammers the size of fists, axes the size of palms, and even gourd-shaped treasures, ring-shaped, flat, square, and round in shape, with various colors and strange shapes, among which a part of them were shining.

Not only Mi Xiaojing, but also Luo Bo and Zhang Ke were stunned by the sight. Only Mu Xiaoyin remained indifferent, as she had already become accustomed to these things and had seen many of them, so she was no longer surprised.

The price of magical tools was expensive. A very ordinary magical tool, such as a magical sword, the worst kind, required more than thirty lower-grade spirit stones, and a slightly better one required more than fifty lower-grade spirit stones. If it was the top magical tool of a Qi Refining cultivator, then it was normal to spend three or four hundred lower-grade spirit stones.

It was almost impossible to accumulate so many lower-grade spirit stones by oneself without any help. Unless there were elders giving gifts or the clan's assistance, it was difficult for a low-level cultivator to purchase a really good magical tool. Low-level cultivators were the poorest people in the Cultivation World.

During this period, Mi Xiaojing did not take out any pill. He had found a suitable channel and did not want to alarm others. He hoped to refine pills quietly and grow stronger quietly.

There were many low-level cultivators wandering around like this, unable to afford the items but willing to learn more about the market prices. Of course, there were also many cultivators selling their own creations, such as talismans, simple refining tools, and low-level array flags and array disks.

There were also consignments. Mi Xiaojing saw many consigned items, many of which were strange and ancient, discovered during expeditions.